Greed

Introductions were made at the age of fifteen By a suicidal prophet in a halcyon limousine Fueled by the agents that help us slow down the ride I'll take a shotgun position till the day I die You wanna come into my house you wanna cut off my hair Tell me what to do and tell me what to wear Come up to me and say you'll fill my needs And then watch me bleed Cooling out in the bloodshot blaze of the summer sun Out to give this life a chance and have me a little fun Whoever told the truth they told the truth when they lied When you're a walking approximation of Mr. Hyde Rice paper walking your way to the top of the pile In a see through world full of cellophane smiles They come up to you and say they'll fill your need Then watch you bleed They got a name for it Greed